I made my own wish come true… I’m moving to Dallas! I’m a real girl now! Just like Pinocchio I have decided to cut the puppet strings and rome the world on my own. I can’t focus at work because I’m so excited… can we say Christmas in July? Yes, we can.
This is my new favorite cardio machine… it’s called the Cardio Wave. It sort of simulates skating which makes for a killer inner/outer thigh workout. I also feel it in my calves… It makes for one stupid looking workout but I certainly feel the burn. Look for it in a gym near you!
The other day at work while working with an insured, we were finishing up the conversation when he said, “Oh by the way my fiance changed her name”. I said “Okay sir, I can update that for you, what’d she change it to?”, “She legally changed it to Rasa Vitalia.” So, I updated it to Rasa from Jessica Westwood. Pretty amazing, no? Wow! What makes you go from Jessica to Rasa? I didn’t ask why the change because I didn’t want to be nosy,but I did note that they lived in CA. I imagine that she is this spiritual yogi or belly dancer who wants to be connected and felt her name wasn’t lending itself to her true physical and mental calling. I to wanted to change my name to Chastity (but I was also in Middle School).
I’m goin on a trip. I’m not certain that going to Dallas (which is only 4 hrs away) really counts as a road trip, but to me any car ride longer than about 45 minutes does. I’ve been scarred by a series of odd spontaneous road trips that have forever sucked away the joy in long car ride ‘adventures’. Let’s see there was the time we drove to VA from TX without stopping (except for bio/food breaks). Oh and then there was the time my father and I drove to Georgia in 18 hrs for a funeral. And most recently the time I drove/rode from VA to TX in a tiny two-seater at the speed of light (we would have made it faster if it wouldn’t have been for the bloody storm). It’s safe to say that I like planes… ALOT. Anyway, off I go.